NIGEL WALKER

Nameless

I love the love we make
from the snatched kisses and
the squeezing hands in streets
to the slow move of skin on skin,
the tongues that flick, quick fishes of desire.
I love your telling me, your burning words.
Love too the quiet movements of your hands
that bring on fire.

And want to hold, brush, bite your breasts,
to lick and lap your strong pale body up,
to say the things I wish to do
and then to do them as we gently sweat.
Don't fret that this is all there is.
So often what I show are words never invented yet
that all mean want and need and permanence and
the true love of you.

Eliza Pintilie

Nigel Walker
 

Nenumite

Iubesc iubirea noastra
de la sarutarile furate si
strangerile de maini pe strada
pana la alunecarea lenesa a pielii pe piele,
limbile care se ating, scurte izbucniri de dorinta,
Iubesc ce-mi spui, cuvintele-ti arzatoare.
Iubesc si miscarile tacute ale mainilor tale
care ma aprind.

Si vreau sa-ti cuprind, sa-ti ating, sa-ti musc sanii,
sa-ti ling si sa-ti sorb trupul palid si puternic,
sa numesc lucrurile pe care vreau sa le fac
si apoi sa le fac in timp ce asudam usor.
Sa nu te temi ca asta-i tot.
Adesea ceea ce-ti arat sunt cuvinte inca neinventate
ce toate inseamna dorinta si nevoie si trainicie si
adevarata mea iubire pentru tine.